As lead singer and guitarist of the internationally renowned Souls of the Knight, Sawyer Knight is living a life most men can only dream of. He’s surrounded by music, fame, wealth, women throwing themselves at his feet. He has everything…

Yet he has nothing. Life as one of the world’s most sought after rock stars is tiring, oppressive and lonely. He spends every day being who the world wants him to be, who his manager tells him to be, who his mother expects him to be… all the while fighting against who he really is. Truth is, he’s used to it. He’s actually gotten pretty good at pretending… at living the lie. Until Jake Reed, his ex-best friend and the only person who’s ever made him ‘feel’, waltzes back into his life as the band’s new head of security. Jake wants Sawyer – always has, always will. Now, he just needs to get Sawyer to admit that he feels the same… “You will be mine, Sawyer Knight. The faster you try to run the quicker you’ll fall to your knees. Then, Sawyer… then you’ll be too weak to resist.”

Being Sawyer Knight (Book 1-Souls of the Knight) by Nicola Haken!

Sawyer Knight is living the dream as the lead singer of Souls of the Knight. He has everything that anyone would dream of...fame, wealth, music, women throwing themselves at him but yet he has nothing at all. Sawyer is the most sought after musician but he leads a life of always trying to please everyone like his mother, manager and especially the world. There is one person that he has forgotten to please and that is himself!

Sawyer Knight is living the dream as the lead singer of Souls of the Knight. He has everything that anyone would dream of...fame, wealth, music, women throwing themselves at him but yet he has nothing at all. Sawyer is the most sought after musician but he leads a life of always trying to please everyone like his mother, manager and especially the world. There is one person that he has forgotten to please and that is himself!

Jake Reed, his ex-bff is now back in Sawyers life as the lead of security. Jake has always wanted Sawyer and now he must convince him that he feels the same. The last time they saw each other was many years earlier in high school but Jake moved away with his parents but before he left, Jake kissed Sawyer good-bye which did not go well for the closeted Sawyer. Now that Jake is back will Sawyer let him into his heart and admit to the feelings that he actually has for his friend?

This is a nice story of m/m romance and coming to terms with your sexuality and stop living the life that others expect you to live but to be true to your own self. I did enjoy the characters of Jake and Sawyer and I felt a connection between these guys which is beautiful. I truly liked how Jake knew exactly what he wanted in life and what he wants is Sawyer as it has always been Sawyer and now he must convince Sawyer to take that scary step out of the closet for true love. Nicola really connected the sex scenes so well with these characters and their story. I felt for Sawyer and all you want him to do is to admit his true feelings and stop living a lie to make others happy. For everyone who wants to read a sweet gay romance book than Being Sawyer Knight by Nicola Haken is the one for you!

Unable to hold back any longer, I started undoing the knot in his robe, teasing it open with deft fingers and pushing the towelling fabric open so it draped behind him on the bed. “So fucking perfect,” I moaned into his mouth, trailing my fingertips along the hard ridges of muscle cocooning his chest, tracing the outlines of what can only be described as exquisite pieces of artwork decorating his skin. Slowly, I worked my way down to his semi-erect cock, curling my fingers around it and smiling as it hardened instantly at my touch. “No,” Sawyer interjected, grabbing my hand and pulling it up to his chest. “I…I want to touch you this time.” Sighing in anticipation, I opened my robe and shuffled out of it, tossing it to the floor behind me. Sawyer did the same before bringing his naked body close to mine, pressing our chests together. Placing his hands on my torso, he closed his eyes and let out a heavy, almost pained sigh. “What’s wrong?” I asked gently, wrapping my hand around his and encouraging him to smooth it across my chest. “I, um, well I’ve never… touched a man this way before,” he admitted, his eyes sweeping the mattress in embarrassment. “You’ve never experimented before?” “There were a couple of guys in college,” he confessed, shrugging. “But… they touched me – never the other way round. To touch them would’ve felt too…” he trailed off, unable to find the word. “Gay?” “Something like that.” “Are you saying no one has ever been here?” I asked, sneaking my hand between his pressed together thighs, encouraging him to part them before circling his puckered rim with the tip of my finger. He shook his head, refusing eye-contact with me. I grinned devilishly at him, and then buried my face in his neck. “I will be going there, baby. Not yet. Not tonight. But soon.”“Jake, I-I…” Ignoring his doubts once again, I slowly pushed my finger inside his puckered hole, causing his cock to start pulsating against the back of my throat. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned. He was close, and it made me feel like a fucking king. After letting his arse adjust to the intrusion, I slowly worked my finger in and out while continuing to suck him harder and faster. When I entered a second finger, he started falling apart. “Jake stop. Stop, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come…” Of course I ignored him. I had fantasised about tasting every last drop of him too many times to give up now. So, pumping my two fingers in and out of his tight hole in line with the same fast rhythm of my mouth on his cock, I worked him until the end. “Jesus, fuck!” he growled through clenched teeth, as hot spurts of the most delicious fucking nectar I’d ever tasted shot towards the back of my throat. Easing my fingers out of him, I stroked his balls one last time while I licked his cock completely clean. Climbing to my feet, I stared at Sawyer, watching as he panted with his eyes closed. “You taste so fucking good,” I whispered against the throbbing vein in his neck, before kissing my way up to his ear. Then it came… The regret. The doubt. The fucking denial. He pushed me off him with two hands pressed against my chest and when I looked into his eyes, bursting with what looked like shame, I knew I’d lost him. Again. “You need to leave,” he said, his words swamped with guilt. “Don’t do this Sawyer. You can’t tell me you didn’t want that. That you didn’t enjoy it? The taste in my mouth is proof that you fucking loved every damn second of what I just did to you.” “Please,” he practically begged, shoving his semi-erect cock back into his pants. “Leave. Now.” “I’ll leave,” I surrendered. “But I’m not leaving. I won’t give up on you, Sawyer. You mean too damn much to me and I know you feel the same. You’re just scared.” “Fuck you!” he spat, anger making the vein in the centre of his forehead pop out. That vein has reared its ugly head for as long as I can remember. If he got into a fight back in high school, it would protrude so much I used to worry it might explode. “You’ve not seen me in fucking years, Jake. So whatever you think, you don’t know me at all! Now get the fuck out of here before I do something I regret.” “Funny, I thought you just did that,” were the last words I said before straightening my tie and turning my back on him. This is going to be harder than I thought. But not impossible. He was right about one thing. We have changed – we’ve grown up. Back then I was his follower, I’d have done anything he’d asked because I was so fucking in love with him. But now, I’m in charge. He’s still living so far back in the closet if he were to stumble he’d end up in fucking Narnia. He’s still afraid, scared to go after what he wants. Good job I’m not. I’ve grown into a determined man – a confident man. I get what I want, always. And I will be getting Sawyer Knight.

I'm a writer of New Adult, contemporary and m/m erotic romance. I'm a married mum of four (six if you include the dogs!) from the UK and can usually be found with a Kindle or MacBook in front of my face, or carrying out housewife/mother/all round slave duties. I'm a little bit mental and a whole lot of crazy with bordering on unhealthy addictions to tattoos, Pepsi Max and the CockyBoys! ;-)